Quote: billwill @ September 19 2012, 11:46 AM BSTHa! I peeked in a copy of "Fiesta Letters" in the newsagent and there it was: ALGO's story.
Congrats..
Hope it paid well.
Please don't hit me, I'm only little.
Once upon a time there was a man named Will Bill. One fine evening as the sun set over the chavs throwing chips at passers-by Will Bill took his robot wife for a stroll on Hampstead Heath. "What a beautiful sky so much higher above me than it is for taller people" said Will Bill, doffing his two hats at a passing housecat that seemed to him as large as a cheetah. "Will Bill, Will Bill! Look at that car with it's metallic fittings and shiny hubcaps!" exclaimed his robot wife. "Please can we venture nearer for it does so remind me of my Great Aunt" she continued in her automated voice that made Will Bill all a-quiver. "Of course my sweet" replied Will Bill, although this endearment was based on memory alone as Will Bill had lost several teeth the last time he tried to nibble upon her steel neck. They began the arduous ascent to the car park, Will Bill lovingly willing to walk for hours on his little legs although the car park was only four metres away. But how they were rewarded when they reached their destination and Will Bill's robot wife had gathered a plentiful supply of discarded Yellow Pages' for him to climb up and peek into the window of the car...
